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Feb 2024
I'm my own worst enemy.
Hold me in my fist like mercury
I slip between fingers on a floor,
I'm always left wanting more
I need to taste your secret garden.
I leave it empty. I beg your pardon.
I always starve for youth's pleasure,
old pirate hunting buried treasure.
William J Donovan
Written by
William J Donovan  76/M/New Bern, NC
(76/M/New Bern, NC)   
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